My husband and I hiked a couple weeks back (those who read here often know we love hiking) and found a tree down on the trail. We hiked at that same park last week. The tree was still down. Late last week, I sat on our humble porch (which has become my watchtower). I hadn’t … Continue reading When Branches Break
I awoke again the other morning with sweat-drenched pajamas. Could it be too many blankets (I looove my two soft Christmas blankets)? Could it be mid-life hot flashes in my sleep? Here’s the thing … I did not wake up during the night when this sweat-fest was going on. When I opened my eyes to … Continue reading Do You Believe the Impossible?
Once I came to believe God is real (the year I turned 40), I operated under misguided truth: I will go to Heaven. There were times in my life I helped others a lot. Helped feed the hungry at homeless shelters, nannied for families, did laundry for a college woman with a disability … just … Continue reading God’s All and Nothing
When I first read the account of Thomas, you know the infamous disciple who said to the risen Jesus, the one who had suffered, lost his breath and blood for the entire world … “Unless I see the nail marks in his hands, and put my fingers where the nails were, and put my hand … Continue reading Lord, Help My Unbelief
Proverbs 4:19 But the way of the wicked is like deep darkness; they do not know what makes them stumble. When I was an atheist … The name Jesus Christ was profanity I heard growing up I believed I was the only power that would save me. I isolated myself and felt like a victim … Continue reading When I was an Atheist
Imagine a weather man in his early 30’s alone in his office preparing the update for the world. Outside an old man waits for his entry. He is an angel without wings. By the time they meet, night has fallen. This poem is a conversation between the two. The angel’s responses are in Italics: White … Continue reading The Weatherman and The Angel: A Poem
Chewing her nails, she checked her nylons one more time for a snag. Millie tilted the rearview mirror toward her face. Sweat trailed over both temples. What gives? It’s 20 degrees out. Her sea green eyes seemed small. Tired eyelids were puffy after her crying jag. Make-up was useless. Oh, I don’t even know what … Continue reading Excused from Church: A Short Story